LitShark
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*smiles at Bell, glad not to feel so much like a third wheel as she moves behind the bar, I turn to kiss her gently and slip my arm around her hip.*
Welcome, your timing is excellent. I was just about to carve it up. Do you want to grab some plates? I'm sure there must be potato salad around here somewhere.
*passes his knife over steel a few times to hone it to a fine edge before making a cut lengthwise into the stacked breast meat with a crunch. He cuts all the way down until he reaches the chicken's ribcage and guides his 12" blade along that surface until a horizontal cut through 3 layers of crispy skin frees half of the breast meat. He sets that aside and slices the oblong stack of flesh into strips, fragrant, clear juices pool onto the cutting board with every slice.*
Who's hungry?
Welcome, your timing is excellent. I was just about to carve it up. Do you want to grab some plates? I'm sure there must be potato salad around here somewhere.
*passes his knife over steel a few times to hone it to a fine edge before making a cut lengthwise into the stacked breast meat with a crunch. He cuts all the way down until he reaches the chicken's ribcage and guides his 12" blade along that surface until a horizontal cut through 3 layers of crispy skin frees half of the breast meat. He sets that aside and slices the oblong stack of flesh into strips, fragrant, clear juices pool onto the cutting board with every slice.*
Who's hungry?